KING HENRY VIII.-continued.]

Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness !
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him :
The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost.
Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye;
I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched
Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours!
There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.

And sleep in dull, cold marble.

Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory,

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I charge thee, fling away ambition :

By that sin fell the angels.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Love thyself last cherish those hearts that hate thee,

To silence envious tongues: be just, and fear not.

Corruption wins not more than honesty.

Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,

For men use, if they have an evil tourne, to write it in marble and whoso doth us a good tourne we write it in duste. Sir Thomas More, Richard III.

L'injure se grave en metal

Et le bienfait s'escrit en l'onde.

Jean Bertaut (1570-1611), Carey's French Poets.

KING HENRY VIII.-continued.]

He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading :
Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not;

But to those men that sought him, sweet as Summer.

After my death I wish no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honour from corruption,
But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. Act iii. Sc. 3.

The weakest goes to the wall.
Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.

An hour before the worshipp'd sun
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east.
As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
Saint-seducing gold.

He that is stricken blind, cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

One fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.
That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story.
For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase.
O, then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes

In shape no bigger than an agate-stone

On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies

Over men's noses as they lie asleep.

1 Act v. Sc. 5, Singer, Knight,

Act i. Sc. 1.

Act i. Sc. I.

Act i. Sc. I.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Act i. Sc. I.

Acti. Sc. I.

Acti. Sc. 2.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Act i. Sc 4.

Acti. Sc. 4.

Romeo and JULIET—continued.]

True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

For you and I are past our dancing days.

Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
When King Cophetua lov'd the beggar maid.
He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

Act i. Sc. 4.

Act i. Sc. 5.

Act i. Sc. 5.

Act i. Sc. 5. Act ii. Sc. I.

Act ii. Sc. 2.1

Act ii. Sc. 2.1

Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon

That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

Act ii. Sc. 2.1

Act ii. Sc. 2.1

The god of my idolatry.

This bud of love, by Summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.

Act ii. S. 2.1

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!

Act ii. Sc. 2.1

Good night, good night : parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Act ii. Sc. 2.1

1Act ii. Sc. 1, White.

2 Perjuria ridet amantum Jupiter. Tibullus, Lib. iii. El. 7,

Line 17.

ROMEO AND JULIET-continued.].

For nought so vile that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good doth give;
Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use,
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse :
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,
And vice sometime's by action dignified.
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye.
Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears.
Stabbed with a white wench's black eye.
O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified!
I am the very pink of courtesy.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

Here comes the lady.-O, so light a foot

Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.

Act ii. Sc. 6.

My man's as true as steel.1

Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

Mer. No, 't is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but

't is enough.

A plague o' both your houses!

When he shall die,

Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine,
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical !

Act iii. Sc. I.

Act iii. Sc. I.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

1 'true as steel,' Chaucer, Troilus and Creseide, Book v. Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida, Act iii. Sc. 2.